“I wrote a love letter today.”
My dear beloved Muse,
Each day I look at you, and each day I see the incarnation of my most incensed dreams in the body of an angel—a diabolical angel indeed, that hides the secrets of a closed heart behind her limpid eyes. If only I could dive into the azure of your eyes, I would never come out again. I would be the happiest drowned man on earth!
My beloved, your perfume enthralls me. Let your fatal flower bloom and envelop me with its scent, and I would never again need to smell another odor. Speak to me, tell me your secrets, your desires, your joys, and I would never again need to hear another music.
Your skin white and soft like daisy petals haunts my maddest dreams, my happiest fantasies. I need you, my angel. I am nothing much, but I love you more than my blood—impure and incinerated with want. You are the jewel of my life.